Persephone watched out the window of her mother's small cottage, her view of the garden was a spectacular one. She had a room on the ground floor and from her spot it looked as if she was in the garden herself, the flowers and fruits grew so thick and tall it was like being in a jungle. She had the option of sleeping in the room upstairs across from her mother, but it faced the ocean and Persephone had enough of looking at water. The dungeon her husband kept her in had a view of the River Styx and Persephone wasn't sure if she was ever going to be able to look at a body of water again without seeing tortured souls looking up at her, fearful and lost.
"Persephone? You're not in your traveling clothes!" Her mother gasped from the door.
Persephone turned back to gaze at her mother with a sad look. Demeter preferred to live a solitary human life when Persephone was around, it was easier for them to forget her fate for the next 6 months when they lived simplistically.
"You haven't even packed!" she turned away quickly, wiping at her eyes.
"Mother," Persephone said in a monotone.
"Hades will be here any moment."
"Mother."
"Do you think you'll need any of these underthings or do you have enough down- down there?"
"I have plenty-,"
"Oh, we'll pack them anyway, you can never-,"
"Mother!" Persephone stood, her empty teacup falling from her lap and to the floor where it shattered. "I don't want to pack! I'm not going anywhere. Please put my things away!" She cried, bending down to pick up the broken pieces of pottery. "I'm staying here." she nearly whispered.
It was silent for a moment as Demeter watched her only child cry silently, and she helpless to do anything.
"Persephone-,"
"Do you want more tea? I'll go make a fresh batch." she said quickly, setting her broken cup on the window sill and making her way to the garden.
The sun was setting, casting the garden in long shadows from their cottage. She continued to glance toward the road, awaiting the flicker of torches meaning Kharon, Hades' best friend and right hand man, was coming to fetch her. Hades always said he would be there to get her himself and last year she had taken advantage of his failure to come himself and tried to run away. He'd been extremely upset but it hand's mattered. No matter what she did, he would not give her up.
Persephone finished picking the herbs she needed and when she glanced up again saw the faint flare of a fire. There would be no time for more tea.